The next day, everyone was still in high spirits despite being exhausted due to yesterday’s activities. They are still immersed in the happiness brought by peace, which was intensified by the Peace Festival that happened yesterday. But, no matter whether they intentionally or unintentionally ignore the matter of the other races attacking them, it is not the common people who should bear the problem, but the king.
In the castle, Filur, Dawey, Loheiruchel, Tinum, Mhir, Ghie, Fedrey, Fedrich and Melton sat in a long table and are about to discuss some plans on how to deal with the other races so as to not let the Great War that happened five hundred years ago happen again.
“How did… five hundred years ago… in the Great War…” Fedrich spoke and awkwardly coughed as he glanced at Loheiruchel.
